Bodhi, Frank, Ian and Devin stood outside the door watching, completely unseen to the two men. They could see drilling equipment, dynamite, and other materials.
“Let’s get this shit back to them,” said the man as they walked away. But in their need to get out of the rain and hurry, they forgot to put the padlock back on the shack.
“Ready for some fun?” smirked Frank. Bodhi nodded.
“Always.”
In order to make it appear as an accident, so that the people of the island weren’t punished, they tore a hole in the roof, making it seem as though the wind had done it. Carefully taking the dynamite to the beach, they dunked each case into the salty water, long enough that it wouldn’t be usable for quite some time.
Then, together they carried the crates of metal equipment, spikes, drills, and more, doing the same. With the salt water on the metal, someone would have to clean it thoroughly, again making it completely unusable.
“That should slow them down,” grinned Frank. “Let’s get out of here before anyone else comes.”
Frank’s voice seemed to carry to the gods themselves. The storm picked up speed, the winds and rain pummeling the small homes. He stared at the little village marveling at the fact that the buildings appeared untouched. Trees were blowing, boats beating against the docks below, and yet the little homes seemed perfectly secure and preserved.
Just as he was about to say something to the others, a flash of lightening ignited the sky in more wattage than Broadway on opening night. The bolt struck the small storage building where they’d just been standing and the explosion was deafening, knocking the men to the ground.
“Holy fuck,” muttered Bodhi. “We were standing right there.”
“Yeah,” nodded Ian. “Damn glad Poseidon and Zeus are on our side.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I’m so glad you boys are alright,” said Marguerite. “What was the explosion?”
“A storage shed that was being used to for dynamite and drilling equipment,” said Frank.
“You boys should get upstairs. They’ll come around looking to see what happened. The gods know it was loud enough.”
“Marguerite, do not risk yourself for us. As you’ve seen, we’ll be just fine,” said Frank.
“I appreciate your concern, Marguerite but just by our being here, we’ve placed you and the others in danger. We won’t make it any worse than it already is. We’ll be ready to jump if needed. You’ve done a great job of keeping your composure,” said Devin.
“Pfft! Composure,” she scoffed. “I’m an old woman who’s tired of threats and people attempting to take the only home I’ve ever known. I won’t just stand by and watch that happen. If I’m forced, I’ll swim across that water and walk to Athens.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” smirked Ian. Nico and the others walked through the back door, wondering about the explosion. When the men explained, they knew that the workers would come.
“They’re coming over the hill,” said Ben.
“Upstairs!” said Marguerite with a bark. “Go! They won’t bother us.”
The men quickly took the rickety steps up to the attic and watched out the window as men ran toward the burning building. With the storm still raging, lightning striking all around them, there seemed no doubt what happened to the shack.
They tried to find something, anything that remained that could be used but everything was destroyed. As daylight began to appear on the horizon, the winds seemed to die down but the rain continued.
Then they heard it. A bullhorn and a man’s voice ordering every citizen to the small village square. Without speaking, Marguerite made her way slowly down the muddy road, Nico and Leonidas joining her, holding her elbow so she wouldn’t slip and fall.
Diana sat on the lone small bench, rubbing her belly as her husband looked at her with concern.
None of them knew the men of Legacy were nearby under their stealth netting.
“I can’t prove it but I feel certain someone here damaged that building last night,” said the man standing in front of them. “When I find out who it was, you will be punished.”
“It was the storm,” said Marguerite. “I could see it from my window. The building was struck by lightning. We had nothing to do with it.”
“Old woman, don’t screw with me. All your talks of Poseidon and Zeus, they’re nothing! They do not exist and even if they did, they wouldn’t help the likes of any of you.”
Bodhi looked at Frank, both men wanting to jump in and beat the shit out of the man. But it seemed the gods had other ideas as a gust of wind blew a patio umbrella straight into the man’s gut.
